Djs Revisited
I thought you were dead
but then I read
your name in the alumni news.
Still hanging 'round the universities, I see,
harvesting young women
whose fathers had opinions.
As for me,
I don't peruse the papers any more;
factorial rotations are the kind of
game you liked to play.
I pull the weeds, I sweep
the path and climb the stairs.
I tie back long vines
of ridiculously red tomatoes.
And you're not dead?
Why that's okay; me too.
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